by Rachel Burns
She took hold of his penis with her soft hand and lifted up her body to get into the position he wanted her in. His breath caught in his throat as their bodies became one. Morgan always gasped out, letting him know that she loved being filled by him.
She placed her hands on the bed and slowly began to make love to him. Her soft gasps and moans were the only sounds that let him know how she felt.
Sawyer closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against her shoulder, wanting to feel her soft skin and breathe in her sweet scent. His hands cupped onto her breasts, holding them.
Then she bounced faster. Her right hand reached down between them, cupping onto his balls and holding them in her hand.
She was the one in charge, and she didn’t even know it. She would never believe it if he told her that, but it was the truth. Without her, he would be lost.
With her gentle treatment of his balls, and her rough riding on his cock, he soon came, filling her with his seed.
Chapter 19
Morgan woke up panting. She was having another bad dream, but when she reached out, she felt Sawyer’s muscular arm. She knew that he was beside her, and that he wouldn’t hurt her.
At least, he wouldn’t hurt her like the others had. He was softly snoring in that way he did. It was sort of funny. He made two typical snores followed by one long puff of air.
When she heard him snoring, she felt safe. At least, she felt safer with him than she had ever felt before with a man. That was saying a lot for her. She was slowly learning to trust him. She had been with him for a few months and she was getting used to him.
He liked certain things that made her feel unsure, but her body was clear that she liked it too. Her body longed for his. Her panties got wet when he spoke to her in his deep voice. He had a way to control her and to make her eager to please him. She loved it when he played with her.
They had gotten to the point that they weren’t making love every night, but they did most nights. He always kept it interesting.
She closed her eyes and snuggled in beside him again. They had an early start in the morning.
~
Morgan stepped into the kitchen and read off the orders to Sawyer. “You got that, Master. No onions. The lady looked as if she would throw a fit if she saw an onion anywhere near her plate.”
“I heard you, darling.” Sawyer beamed at her. She was doing so well now. The truth was that she wasn’t a fast learner. It had taken her a long time to learn how to be a good waitress. She had proved to be helpless and hopeless in the kitchen. He was trying to teach her how to cook when things were slow. He felt everyone should know how to cook. How had she been able to go through life only knowing how to fry eggs?
Morgan disappear back out to the customers. The truck stop was busier than normal because of Christmas. People were trying to get home to their families. The roads were jammed up, and people came to the truck stop looking for a chance to use the bathroom and eat a warm meal.
Morgan had commented that it was hardly cold out. Wherever she came from, it was colder there.
Sawyer hated himself for it, but he still couldn’t stop himself. They’d been together for a year, and he bore the responsibility of loving someone who suffered from depression. He always had an eye on her, and she obeyed him. There had been moments when he’d felt that they had made it, that he had saved her, but then something would happen, and it would be clear that he hadn’t been able to help her heal. The slightest thing could push her backwards.
The good thing about her was that she never complained about doing the same things every day. But she truly loved decorating the restaurant for Christmas. This entire month she hadn’t had any of those moments when she looked off in the distance with that sad look on her face. In those moments, she wasn’t here with him. She was with someone who wasn’t good to her.
When he asked what she thought about in those moments, she denied that she had been thinking about anything. He assumed that she didn’t realize that she was doing it.
When he peeked out to see how she was doing, he saw her smiling with customers and talking to the other waitresses.
Morgan got lots of tips. She put all of her tips in a glass pitcher that he never used and had given her to store her money. It was almost full. Maybe he should get her a new one for Christmas.
She liked to count her money, but she never told him how much she had.
Because they had been together for almost a year, he decided that it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. It had taken him this long to realize that he was confident that she would stay. It was clear that she had nowhere else to go, but that wouldn’t stop her from leaving if she wanted to. She chose to stay. That meant the world to him.
The door opened, and Morgan came in again. The other waitresses just gave him the orders through the window that he had for that, but Morgan needed to see him and be close to him often, so she used the door.
“Yes, darling?” he said to her. Sawyer was always gentle with his words during the day. He wanted to build up her self-esteem and let the others know how important she was to him. He treated her with the utmost respect. His employees, and the guests at the truck stop also treated her that way, following his example.
“Table five wants to change their order. Is it too late?”
“Of course not.” He listened to her and made the changes. Then he gave her the finished plates and opened the door for her.
He watched her ass as she brought the elderly couple their plates. Sawyer loved every part of her body. He thought that she was perfect. He was lucky to have her.
When the cook arrived, Sawyer told him that he was going to be gone for a few hours to get Morgan’s Christmas present.
He wanted to get her some jewelry. He wasn’t sure what he should get her. A necklace, a bracelet, or should he get her a ring?
If he proposed, would she say yes?
He knew that she wouldn’t tell him her last name. He’d made no headway in that department. She was the type of person who could take a secret to the grave.
But without a name, they couldn’t get married in a church or even at town hall.
It would make her feel bad about herself, and that was the last thing he wanted, so the ring was out of the question.
Sawyer thought about her thin wrists, which he loved to tie up behind her back. A bracelet would be in the way. That left a necklace.
He tried to picture one around her neck. She was usually naked when he thought about her neck. He thought about her on his lap, fucking him, and the necklace moving with each of her moves.
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Morgan didn’t think anything of it when Sawyer went out that day. As the owner, he could come and go as he liked. He often had to leave because of his duties as the mayor of this tiny town.
She remained in the restaurant, talking to people. She’d been here so long, and people saw her as Sawyer’s girlfriend. They couldn’t understand their true relationship. How could they when Morgan herself didn’t understand it?
Morgan didn’t see herself as his girlfriend. She was the basket case, who he took care of. She told him often that it would be better for him if she left. He hated it when she told him that she could leave. At heart, he was a good person. She felt terrible about treating him this way. He deserved to have a real girlfriend.
But she didn’t have time to think about that. The place was hopping with travelers, trying to get home.
Morgan glanced around the room, trying to see what needed to be done next. That was when she spotted him. She wasn’t sure at first, but he must have felt her looking at him. He smiled at her and lifted up his hand to greet her.
Morgan smiled back at him. Slowly, she walked over to him and asked him how he was doing. She didn’t use his name because she wasn’t sure which one of Fiona’s brothers he was.
“I’m fine. I started a job this year, but now I’m going home for Christmas,” he replied.
“That’s nice. What are yo
u doing now?”
“My dad got me my job. I’m working in a different company,” he replied.
Morgan got the feeling that he didn’t want to tell her what he was now doing. She sat down across from him and smiled at him. “Don’t you like what you do?” she asked him.
“I do, but my parents are disappointed in me. They were already upset that Fi didn’t go to college. And now I’m not going either. I’m not looking forward to the talk that you know they’ll have with me.”
“Then tell them how happy you are,” Morgan suggested, wanting to help him.
“I guess we can’t all go to Yale,” he sighed.
“I stopped going,” Morgan told him, dropping her voice. “I couldn’t figure out what to major in.”
He nodded at her. “It’s a big decision. You study for years, and then it’s like you’re stuck with it.”
Morgan nodded along with him. “Can I get you something?”
“Do you work here?” he asked her.
“I’m friends with the owner, and it’s crazy today. He needs my help. I’m just lending him a hand.”
“That’s nice of you.” He tried to give her a smile.
Morgan could see that he was caught up in his own problems. She doubted that he would tell anyone that she was here. How could he when he obviously didn’t know that she was missing to begin with?
She got him his meal and followed it up with a nice slice of pie, which she paid for with her tips.
Chapter 20
Christmas was another busy day. It was all hands on deck, which meant that Morgan and Sawyer were working alone because everyone else had the day off. Lots of families were coming through today, more than Sawyer expected.
He apologized to Morgan several times, thanking her for giving him a hand.
She seemed thrilled to see the families together on this special day. The slices of cakes and pies were getting ridiculously big.
Sawyer bit his tongue not to say anything, thinking of it as a gift for Morgan.
She cheerily wished everyone a Merry Christmas and told them to travel carefully, making it sound as if she were truly worried about the strangers who happened by today. Her tips were amazing, but she never spent a cent.
Sawyer bought her everything she needed as was his right as her master. It was his privilege to pay for her clothes, boots, and pills, which she insisted on taking. She didn’t want to have a child. That was something that she was adamant about. He wasn’t certain if it was because she couldn’t tell him what her real name was or if it was because she truly didn’t want kids.
Sawyer wanted some, especially with her. He liked thinking about her body swelling with his baby inside of her.
Things started to settle down around five in the evening. Sawyer spent more time out front, waiting on guests and flirting with Morgan than cooking in the back. He was thrilled that he had been able to handle the crowds that came through today thanks to Morgan.
When the last customer left, Sawyer quickly locked the door and helped Morgan clean up. She now excelled at mopping. She excelled at everything but cooking. It was as if she was afraid to cook, as if she could get in trouble for doing it, for even going near the oven.
Morgan wiped her hands on the sides of her jeans clad thighs and looked him. She gave him a smile that made his heart melt. “Merry Christmas, Master.”
“Merry Christmas to you too. I have something for you.” He pulled the box from the jeweler’s out and held it out to her.
“For me?”
“Yes, for my best girl. That’s you.”
She grinned from ear to ear. In fact, he had never seen her happier. She looked down at the box and then peeked up at him a couple of times before she took the box from him.
Sawyer watched her, loving how giddy she was as she opened the box and saw the necklace that he had picked out for her.
Her jaw dropped. She was utterly speechless. He didn’t know if she liked it or not. If she didn’t, it would break his heart.
“Please, put it on me, Master,” she begged him, thrusting the box back at him. She turned around and stood directly in front of him, waiting for him to fasten the necklace around her neck as she lifted her hair out of the way.
“Do you like it?” he asked her now that he was certain that he would like her answer.
“Yes, I do. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever owned.”
He nodded, thinking that she had never known the finer things in life. “It’s real gold,” he told her. “You should see it as an asset. It heightens your worth.”
“Yes, it really does. I’ll be very careful with it,” she promised, giving Sawyer the feeling that she thought that she was borrowing it from him. He wanted to tell her that it was hers no matter what, but he didn’t want to start up a fight, not tonight. This was a special night.
“Turn around and let see what it looks like on you.”
It looked marvelous on her. The golden ‘M’ with a tiny splinter of a diamond sparkled in the light, but it was no match to the sparkle in her eyes. He wondered if this was the most expensive gift she had ever gotten. Chances were, it was. He felt so sorry for her. Because she had been born into a poor family, she’d been forced to make choices that weren’t good for her.
He saw it as his job to take care of her and make her feel special.
Her hand darted up and grabbed onto the M, wrapping it in her fist to protect it. “Thank you.”
Sawyer leaned down so his lips were close to hers. He wanted a sweet kiss of appreciation. She didn’t disappoint him. He felt so alive when their lips touched.
Sawyer let his hands run down her arms, then he took hold of her hand and turned away from her. He walked to the door that led up to their apartment. Morgan followed him, allowing him to pull her along.
He closed the doors behind them, wanting to have her to himself. Without saying a word, he undressed her, taking the time to rub her shoulders. She said nothing and kept her eyes on him so she could do what he wanted without him having to say so. She was so eager to please him.
Sawyer ran his hands over her breasts, knowing that she hated them. He didn’t share her opinion. He liked their size and felt that they suited her firm body well.
His hands ran down over her belly and down to her thighs. Then he reached around and cupped her bare ass in his hands, pulling her closer to him.
She landed against his chest, still grinning. This was how he thought his relationship would be when he finally found the right lady. He thought that she would smile a lot.
Could this Christmas be the turning point, and she’d be happy with him now?
He sure hoped so.
Sawyer playfully kissed her several times, making her giggle slightly. He was completely charmed by her. So charmed that he changed his pace. His lips lingered longer on her lips, and his touches became tender.
He backed her towards the bed and placed his hands on her back so he could gently lie her down on the bed. Once he had placed her on the middle of the bed, he released her and tore off his clothes. He wanted to be gentle with her, but he didn’t need to be gentle with himself.
As soon as he was naked, he laid down on top of her long body, thinking that they fit perfectly together.
He reached between her legs and placed a finger on each side of her clitoris and began to scissor his fingers, driving her clit wild. He grinned as her eyes closed and her chin moved up. She liked what he was doing. Would tonight be the night that she told him so?
Her legs began to shake, and she grabbed onto his forearms, gripping onto them.
“You’re so beautiful. Come for me,” he whispered in her ear.
He didn’t have to wait long. Her body shuddered and pulsed under him, making her wet for him.
As soon as she calmed down slightly, he drove into her, making her gasp out as if she were surprised. He thrust hard but slow, wanting to make this last. This was the first time that they were making love. Before, sex had mostly come after a scene. T
hey’d had gentle sex of from pity after he saved her life, but this was different.
Sawyer pushed forward into her, loving how tight she was. He found a rhythm that felt just right. He thrust forward with force until he was completely filling her, and his balls were pressed against her soft ass cheeks. Then, he slowly pulled back, only to dive forward again. Each time he pressed into her, she sighed as her body was pushed forward from the force of his thrust. When he pulled back, her body tried to retreat with him as he pulled away. It was almost as if they were rocking together.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed her.
Immediately, he felt her feet on the back of his calves. They glided down his legs until they found a comfortable resting spot. He was thrilled that this was working out. He’d feared that she might not be interested in him if he made love to her normally.
The necklace he gave her glistened around her neck. Like a collar, it claimed her as his. He was her master and her lover.
Thinking that brought him to the edge. “Morgan, now. Come for me, baby. I want you to call out my name.”
She moaned out softly, but louder with each thrust he gave her. She was close, and he didn’t want to miss it when she came. Somehow, she gained on beauty in those moments. She was the only woman he knew who looked better with a distorted face. She wore passion well.
The bed was rocking louder and hitting the wall as he thrust harder and faster. She clung to him tighter, and her teeth sank into her lower lip, driving him mad with need. Her hands reached back to the pillow under her head, searching for something to grab onto for support. He took hold of her and held them to give her the support she needed.
She glimpsed at him, giving him a thankful look before she closed her eyes again. The quiet noises, which she couldn’t hold back, returned, and she concentrated on obeying him.
Then she came, calling him ‘Master.’
Sawyer spilled his seed into her. He was spent and exhausted. Morgan was tired from a long day standing on her feet too.
Sawyer got out of bed and turned off the light before he crawled back into bed beside Morgan, covering her up with the blankets and making sure that she was warm enough. He didn’t see the man outside who had been looking up at the only lighted room in the building. Sawyer didn’t know that the woman he thought was poorer than a church mouse was really a missing person, who several private detectives had been looking for. Yesterday, the private detectives had gotten the tip that she was here.
